BETWEEN the LINES
There’s much between these lines
For those who see betimes
And those who hear the chimes.
Sleepers hold these lines in spec
‘Till wakened by the careful check
Lest lines are left to spring a wreck.
From racing wrist and seat of see
You may be the one who sees
Beyond the wall and out to sea
Or beyond and above the sky
To planes and realms beyond the eye
Which only those with vision spy.
What vision does your mind present,
From past lives to the present?
What gift is the Soul’s present?
To sleepers that keep the rails apart,
Does your train run at rate of heart?
Or do you take the slow train’s part?
Where are you now on your journey
Do you possess your Spirit’s turnkey
Or Witness like the Soul’s mystery.
Easy to forget the written word
Unless of course it’s seen and heard.
Does your mind split like whey and curd?
From once pure milk of human kindness
Two lines of dark and light are helpless,
But held in balance by mindfulness.
Knowing all about the you
Helps you read between the yous
Brings conscious happiness to you.
© David Tenneson 2015.